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exposed his rippled chest, inch by glorious inch. Her mouth ran dry as she pressed her lips to his taut muscle and kissed the calligraphic Connolly tattoo over his heart. The letters swirled and tangled, almost like a web to protect him. She moaned and bit down. A man didn't get a body full of lean strength like this by working out at the gym. No, his kind of muscle came from working outdoors. The scent of his cologne—something woodsy—flowed over her like a lazy river.
    “Yes, babe.” His fingers dug into her ass, not that she cared. “Take what you want from me and make me yours.”
    She nipped his pec, leaving a love bite. At least he’d have something to remember her by.
    “Fuck, that feels good. I need you.” Tanner tugged her into his arms and nestled her against the cool metal of the door. “Can’t wait.”
    Before she realised what had happened, the sound of her skirt tearing echoed in the room. Her skirt pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her bra, cotton panties, and her boots. The remaining buttons from his shirt pinged off the wall and landed on the floor with a series of small thumps. She gasped. Tanner loomed over her like a Greek statue come to life. And he wanted her!
    Macy popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper past his steely length. At least four inches of his cock poked out through the gap in his boxer shorts and a pearl of moisture glistened on the blunt, red tip. She licked her lips. Never in a million years would she have expected them to be this caught up in the moment.
    “Oh no, babe, you can taste next time.” Tanner produced a condom from his wallet and threw the billfold to his feet. “Right now, I won’t last. I need you. Now.”
    Macy snorted. If you want something done … She tore the foil packet and flicked it to the floor. “I’ll do it.” Curling her fingers around his length, she unrolled the latex.
    “You’re still pushy. I like it.” He shoved her panties to the side and teased her swollen outer lips with the crown of his penis. “So wet.”
    She shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck. Realisation swept over her in tidal wave proportions. She was about to have sex with the man who embodied her dirtiest fantasies.
    Tanner dragged her from her feet and pinned her between his body and the door. For a split second, he stared deep into her eyes, almost as if he saw into her soul—saw the hurt and the depression she tried so hard to hide. Only a faint ring of blue showed around his pupils. What would he look like if he told her he loved her? Would this be what she saw every night?
    Every night… She clamped her teeth together. Was it possible to settle down? She’d lived on her own for so long. Coming home to his warm arms and scintillating kisses sounded better than fine. It sounded perfect. She shook her head and grasped his cock. Time to think about less dangerous things—like feeling him move within her.
      “Tanner.” Macy arched her hips, drawing him towards her body. “Make love to me.”
    As he entered her pussy, he stretched her to her limits. Would he fit? She bit down hard on her bottom lip. A bead of sweat slid between her breasts.
    Despite the initial pressure, the slow rhythm he built when he pushed into her felt heavenly—like coming home.
    She whimpered in his arms, meeting him thrust for thrust. If a girl could lose herself in his power and maleness, then let her be lost for a long, long time. Well, at least until the morning.
    “Fuck, yes, Macy.” His fingers bit into her ass as he increased his speed. “You’re so tight.”
    Something deep inside her splintered as a warm rush surged through her veins. No turning back now. No changing her mind, not that she wanted to—he felt too damn good.
    “Come with me, Macy. Tell me you like this.” His actions became jerky and he pistoned in and out of her body. His cock twitched and his voice dropped to a growl. “Tell me you want me.”
    “I want you,